Say something tonight, midnight caller,
The call is free so the provider says. The windy shower calmed
The weather setting the mood longing for a chat,
A cool midnight chat.
Midnight caller
Feeble, fragile and frigid,
Quavering for love and caress, take eye to
The wardrobe of your attires, show me garment of your desire.
Midnight caller in want,
Married with fruits yet, single by commission,
Abandoned in the marriage of half a moon
Per twelve circle,
Searching for the other half of the moon
Is the heart of love lost to he with a dirty scalpel,
Searching for the romance of the pen that bled balmy lines,
Midnight caller
Tracing love steps back to the days of the
Wild hunter and the innocent lamb,
Finding an alibi for the broken trumpet,
Brooding about the arrow at the heart of
This sacrificed lamb.
©2009
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I would like to translate this poem
Great work keep it up.